Grown Man Rap

I spit grown man rap, fall back and let me educate
Multi-syllable flows, raw tracks and heavy breaks
Callin' back to boom bap, n all that legends claim
A steady brain, weather every ebb and every wake
Veterans plague, nowadays i'm feeling every ache
And only checkin interest, to (Maybe) get a better rate
Can't stay up late, need to exercise and meditate
Get ahead of fate, don't self medicate, get it straight
Trained in metaphors, my mental force can levitate
Old soul with dope flows, a meta-existential state
Blessed to elevate, let go of those vendettas, hate
And learn to delegate, take extra time to celebrate
I'm ready, aimed, and firing, rhyming may exaggerate
Tired of hyperbole, the dire dramatic takes
I'm outta place, outta shape, but not slowed or slacking
Move out my way, shut ya face when grown folks rappin'

Grown man rap, old school, throwing it back
Flashback to the past, I'm from a whole different class
Grown man rap, out here honing the craft
Old man with the swag, I must be one of the last
(Grown man rap, there ain't no holding me back
Out here honing the craft, I'm on that grown man rap)
Grown man rap, old school, throwing it back
Flashback to the past, I'm from a whole different class
Grown man rap, out here honing the craft
Old man with the swag, I must be one of the last
(Grown man rap, there ain't no holding me back
Out here honing the craft, I'm on that grown man rap)

I spit grown man rap, syntax and clever linguistics
This is back to when we'd listened, for tactical lyrical fitness
3 sixteen bar verses, serving up passionate rhythmics
We were proud to be rippers Not just out for statistics
Now these kids is ego trippin', and their acts are a circus
Maybe I'm stuck in my ways, for not hijacking what's current
Instead I thirst for resurgence, and maybe that's my burden
The wordsmith is working, keeping the synapses bursting
Not perfect, but never worsen, on a forward trajectory
Any mistake I make is learning promoting longevity
Whatchu get from me's authentic thinking and grace
In the blink of an eye, it flies bye, a twinkle in space
I'm wrinkled and grey, drinking days lead to fattier glands
Nowadays, under my eyelids, baggier than my pants
Not amateur or advanced, the middle ages I'm slayin'
Grizzled vet, still reminisce about days we we're raised in

Grown man rap, old school, throwing it back
Flashback to the past, I'm from a whole different class
Grown man rap, out here honing the craft
Old man with the swag, I must be one of the last
(Grown man rap, there ain't no holding me back
Out here honing the craft, I'm on that grown man rap)
Grown man rap, old school, throwing it back
Flashback to the past, I'm from a whole different class
Grown man rap, out here honing the craft
Old man with the swag, I must be one of the last
(Grown man rap, there ain't no holding me back
Out here honing the craft, I'm on that grown man rap)

Yo it's grown man rap, it's old hat and some throwback kicks
Old ass swag, I used to battle cats on compact disc
Bombs tracks put on wax, back when combat was sick
Still got my favorite dead rappers on my contacts list
Done did it, not a gimmick, and I am not finished
Drop lyrics, not an image, and when I rock it's vintage
A lock to win it, got a business, but it's not the incentive
Hot from scrimmage, I could kick it, with the top, no limits
Got the rhythm with him, hit em with throw back lyricism
That buck the system, fuck a prison, pro-black activism
We used to rhyme for somethin', we used to like discussion
We used to vibe to percussion, to insight da ruckus
Nowadays I bump Moana to bring my daughter to school
And sing along to wack songs, that overused autotune
It's so bad, the sad fact, I need their speech clarified
Cuz to me "no cap" means you see the receding hairline

Grown man rap, old school, throwing it back
Flashback to the past, I'm from a whole different class
Grown man rap, out here honing the craft
Old man with the swag, I must be one of the last
(Grown man rap, there ain't no holding me back
Out here honing the craft, I'm on that grown man rap)
Grown man rap, old school, throwing it back
Flashback to the past, I'm from a whole different class
Grown man rap, out here honing the craft
Old man with the swag, I must be one of the last
(Grown man rap, there ain't no holding me back
Out here honing the craft, I'm on that grown man rap)